Lucia looked around at the happy smiling faces of the rich and beautiful. They were here to see and be seen. Her Sunday outdoor ritual had been going on for two months now. There was only one more month to go and her genealogy study for the government would take her to a new place, a new set of surroundings, offering the same empty and unfulfilling experiences that dragged her down now. Lucia had grown up in a negative home environment and that was the filter she wore.
Lucia had exemplary marks and was intrigued by the job the headhunters had offered her. After many years of university, Lucia thought it would be an answer to her boredom, to her unfilled life. What she really needed was a new filter to help her enjoy her life.
She liked to blend in and go unnoticed. The undercover siren was naturally quiet, and purposefully underplayed her beauty. No one noticed her, or approached her. Or so she thought. Across the busy outdoor café, through dozens of people, an attractive set of eyes watched her.
It was a typical Sunday afternoon and as usual Lucia hid her beauty behind dark glasses and drab clothing. Lucia did this because she didn't want to become involved. People were trouble. People were abusive and annoying. People were boring. Small talk eroded an average person's life to a multitude of platitudes that were repeatedly endured by the recipients. She wanted none of it. People always had their own agenda. Being in her mid forties, Lucia had witnessed too many injustices. The architecture and history in each new country were powerful and beautiful, worth pursuing, but the nameless crowd held no interest.
George had witnessed a lot. He had traveled the world and had appreciated the fulfillment of accomplishing many dreams and goals. Now in his mid fifties he wondered what was left to enjoy. What would inspire him to enjoy the upcoming days?
Every Sunday for the past six months he sat at the same table watching the tourists and travelers in Berlin. Their excited, animated conversations were like music that nourished his soul.
Then one Sunday his dream girl arrived. She hid her charms well, but that only intrigued George even more. She projected a unique style and demonstrated mannerisms that indicated she was definitely, "all that".
The beautiful woman's long blond hair was pulled back into a tight pony tale, but her features were exquisite. Like some models she had high cheeks bones set on a pretty heart shaped face. George had never seen her eyes, since her sunglasses were a staple. But in his heart he knew she would be beautiful.
George wanted to coax the smoldering seductress inside of her to emerge. Her beauty was well hidden but unmistakable. Over the past few months George found himself thinking about the mysterious woman in the café, more and more, to the point of obsession. George rarely let his obsessive behaviour get the better of him, but he could feel his psyche eroding out of control. He had to meet her. George had to find out what the potential seductress needed to make a smile form on her pretty little lips. But how to approach her without getting rejected plagued his mind.
George had started going to sleep imagining his potential babe slowly taking off her clothes in front of him then climbing on top of his big, thick cock. He would let her ease down on him slowly, taking his girth in at her leisure. Her pussy juices would pull him in deeper with every thrust, until he was impaled totally inside the beautiful babe that he was starting to crave more and more.
The more he observed, the more George noticed her persistent mood. She was a woman bored with life. He could fix that.
One day George decided to take the leap. It was late in the afternoon. He knew from habit, that she was just about to leave and this was his opportunity. Fueled by a double cognac, he made his move. His dick would not take no for an answer. After watching her week after week George knew he had to try something. Who knew how long she would participate in her Sunday ritual.
His dreams of her were becoming more and more intoxicating. Every night he dreamed of fucking her in different positions in different locations. At times he imagined fucking her like a jackrabbit. Other times he would gag her with his cock and deposit his hot seed at the back of her throat. Just thinking of it now made his cock twitch.
"Go!" it said.
Lucia started to feel intrigued when the handsome stranger strode purposefully over to her table and sat down after offering a confident, "May I?"
Lucia felt a stirring in her pelvis and her skin started to flush slightly. Whoever he was he had an electric effect. He turned her on instantly. As soon as she looked deep into George's kind, seductive eyes, Lucia felt an unmistakable surge of wanton lust.
She felt her cheeks flush. After some light hearted conversation Lucia discovered the attractive stranger that turned on her libido so amazingly, was also funny and smart. Breaking the rules, Lucia took off her sunglasses.
She was glad she had put on her eye makeup this morning. Lucia wanted the man in front of her to fuck her. She needed a good fucking. It was undeniable. Traveling around the world sounded exotic, but without someone to share it with, it had become mundane.
When Lucia took off her sunglasses and looked at him with her beautiful green eyes and long eyelashes, George melted. Their eyes connected. The electricity flowed. He didn't want to fuck this up. Afraid of coming on too strong, but needing to be inside the morsel before him, like he'd never felt before, George treaded lightly and was determined to be her perfect break from a boring existence.
"I couldn't help but notice that you would be a perfect partner for a television show skit."
When Lucia smiled at George her eyes sparkled. He admired her features. They were amazing. There was a lot to be discovered behind those baggy jeans and her faded grey sweatshirt.
"You have my attention. Tell me more," the gorgeous beauty in front of him said smiling at George encouragingly.
George was extremely attractive and a good distraction to her boring routine. The ten years age difference didn't faze her. This man was dynamic and confident. Everything about him was attractive and seductive. When his tongue slid between his lips while talking Lucia imagined his pink warm tongue slipping over her nipples and flicking over her clit. She leaned in closer as George talked. He was smart and funny and she was intrigued by him and what he had to say.
George described how, if she agreed, and was up for an adventure, they would video each other posing seductively in different positions for 20 seconds at a time behind people in public that didn't know it was happening.
